TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEW!

It's 8:18pm and the baby is finally asleep!
I am relieved it's the end of my babysitting week. Tomorrow it's Daddy's turn. Seems like Bugs worked something out with him so he can watch his daughter all day without having to expose her to partying friends.

As much as I love this little bugger, I have to admit that taking care of a little one at this point in my life is harder than I thought it would be.
I mean...she crawls, she stands up on stuff, she pulls things off the shelves.
Yesterday my leaded glass floor lamp toppled over, bent the shade, and cracked a few pieces of glass, but didn't really break. Took me a while to vacuum all the little glass bits though.

She is so darn quick, I can't sit for more than a minute at a time before she scoots off somewhere and gets into something.

The fireplace seems to be a very interesting place, and she KNOWS it's a no no. It's comical to watch her reach out and look over her shoulder to make sure we're watching. ARGHHH.

85% of the time I have plenty of patience for this, and most days go very smoothly. There are days however when I just don't feel well, my arthritis acting up, headache, or just basically not being a happy camper. I guess at 61 this is not unusual.

The duration of my daily babysitting job seems to keep getting longer as well.
It used to be that when Bugs had to 'close' she would start at 2pm, dropping Boo-boo off around 1:30.
It has become earlier and earlier the past few weeks, it kinda sneaks up on ya.
This morning I went out by myself to check out the sales at Belk and Kohl's. At 10:30 I get a call: where are you???? Geesh!!!!

When I got home, (I managed to calm down from my little temper flare up) I was able to calmly explain to my daughter that this was getting a little out of hand...something's gotta give here kiddo!
She is pretty worn out herself, working12-15 hours a day. She promised to talk with her boss today. Hmmm...we'll see...

At least she solved the 'Daddy' problem...for now...
I get the feeling Daddy did not tell his parents that they have broken up. Not my problem.

So here we are, nothing on TV, Wheelie is watching MASH reruns, I'm in the bedroom on the computer (duh!)
But when I am done with the blog I am going to put on my cozy socks and robe, swallow a handful of Advil, and crawl into bed with my book.
There's some thundering going on outside and perhaps we'll get us a nice wet loud little storm...we need it.

I wish everyone a very restful weekend!

SGMKJ!